Feng Yansheng smiled at her.
It was not a gentle smile. It was the kind of smile that made Yue Yue's heart sink.
She met his eyes and froze.
There was something strange in them...something deep and quiet, almost amused. For some reason, it frightened her more than his usual arrogance. A strong urge rose in her chest.
She wanted to run.
Run far away.
She had a terrible feeling that if she stayed, she would witness something she never wanted to experience.
But she could not move.
Han Soi's arm was firm around her waist, holding her in place, refusing to let her step back even a little. His grip was not rough, but it was absolute.
Whatever they were planning… she was not ready for it.
She turned her head to look at Han Soi.
He gave her a gentle smile.
Then, without warning, he lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss to her eyelid.
"Yue Yue," he said quietly. "It's alright."
Her breath caught.
"W-What are you doing?" she asked in panic.
Han Soi did not answer.
